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Full text of "NightRider"

1*7

"Well?" Mr. Sills demanded, almost peevishly, turning to-
ward the old man.

" Well-----" Professor Ball was looking out the window at

the blank brick wall beyond and the glaring light,

" We can't decide anything," Mr. Munn said. " It's for the
council to decide."

" And soon," Professor Ball added.

Mr. Sills nodded his head, and repeated, " Soon."

"We can't decide anything," Professor Ball continued.
" We have no authority as individuals. But we just wanted to
let you know, my boy, valuing your opinion the way we do."

" Thank you, sir."

" We just found out. We just happened to run into Mr.
Sorrell, and he told us. He was upset, and he'd just come in

to town-----" Professor Ball rose from his chair, and stretched

forth his right hand, with its club-like bandage, toward Mr.
Munn. "I must go now. Doctor MacDonald ought to be
informed, and others. There should be a meeting of the
council immediately."

" Good-bye, sir," Mr. Munn said, shaking hands.

Professor Ball shook hands with Mr. Sills, picked up his
hat from the table, and left the room.

The two men remaining looked at each other for a second,
but neither made a move to sit down.

"Well-----" Mr. Sills began.

"It's a God-damned mess," Mr. Munn declared. He looked
nervously about the room, with the glance of a man who
thinks he may have left something behind. Then he turned
abruptly to Mr. Sills. "I'm sorry, but I've got to go," he
said. "I've got an appointment." He took out his watch.
" I'm late for it now." He said good-bye and hurried out
into the alley and up a side street toward the hotel

He waited for his mare, striding back and forth in the
hallway of the livery stable, driving Ms heels into the soft,
ripe-feeling substance underfoot, inhaling the ammoniac
odour of the manure and the sweetness of the hay, while the
negro man did the saddling and brought her out EGs